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I only offer this to entertain. If at least a few people get their feelings tugged around, I consider my mission accomplished. If I can give somebody a few laughs, or inspire an orgasm, that's even better.
Thanks to the editors and authors who have helped me improve my writing from 'Painfully Godawful' to 'Average'. I hope at least one of them will look at this and smile.
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With no wife and no family Matron now, I hadn't had sex since Mom sucked me off the day before she passed. I was terribly horny! The vibrations of the tractor seat beneath me weren't helping. I'd had half an erection on and off for hours! Dad and my three brothers had been arguing a lot lately, and I assumed they were horny too. Angry work makes mistakes more likely, and with heavy machinery mistakes can be very dangerous.
Cows had to be milked and fed twice a day. We needed to clean the manure out of the barn every morning and evening. Somebody needed to collect the eggs and feed and water the chickens. Pretty much everything else had been on hold during our mourning period. It had been five days, and we resumed our normal farm work after breakfast this morning.
My older brother Joe and I were urgently trying to plant the last fifty hectares of corn, then get the soybeans in while the weather was still good. Dad and my youngest brother John were fixing the hay baler, and my other brother Jim had gone to town for seed so we could start on soybean planting once we finished with the corn.
My sister Frannie was my youngest tipobet365 güvenilirmi sibling, at barely 18. After Mom died, she had assumed the household duties. She was a good cook, like Mom had been, and kept the house and our laundry clean too. I couldn't wait until the ceremony after supper tonight, when she would take over as Matron of the family.
The planter I was pulling was nearly out of corn seed, and I was getting hungry. I saw my tractor had less than a quarter tank left too. I called over the family radio channel, "Fran, this is Jake. Are you there Fran?"
"Go for Fran."
"I'm low on fuel and seed, so I'm coming in soon. Can you make some lunch and meet me by the pump shed? I'll bring Joe his lunch too."
"Sure, Jake, see you soon."
I drove back and parked close to the fuel pump. I climbed down and started filling the tank. I knew it would take over five minutes and the pump would shut itself off when finished. I looked in the shed and saw Dad's pride and joy invention where it always was, on the far side of the shed. It was a picnic table of sorts, with one short bench close to the floor, the table high enough to be above the head of anybody sitting there, and a second bench just low enough for a person sitting on it to eat at the table.
It saved a lot of time when we could get a blowjob or hand job and eat at the same time. My brothers and I had taken most of our lunch breaks at that table from the day we turned into men at 18, up until Mom died. Dad usually took an extra ten minutes to go in the house and fuck her, but she wouldn't let us. Out of habit, I dropped my pants and briefs, climbed up to the upper tipobet365 yeni giriş bench, and waited for lunch to get there.
Fran put my lunch and a bag for Joe on the table, then sat on the lower bench. She asked, "So, how is the planting going?"
"Pretty good, but you should get sucking, so I can go when I'm done with my food." I dipped the corner of a sandwich in the bowl of chili Fran had made. Dad did the same, but my brothers liked their sandwiches dry. As I took a third bite, I felt her hands on my thighs, but she hadn't started my blowjob yet. "Come on, Fran. I need to get back to work soon."
"But... but I haven't done it before. I'm not sure what to do."
"Just put my dick in your mouth and lick it. It's easy." I took out my second sandwich and put some extra butter on the upper piece of bread. I was glad Fran remembered I like to add butter on top. I felt her lips and tongue on my penis at last. I kept eating, but nothing special was going on in her mouth. "Fran, you need to hurry up. I'm over halfway done."
She gagged as my cock started going into her throat. "Ugh! I... I don't like it. Sorry."
"Well, you need to do something. If I have to sit on the tractor another half a day with no sex, it's going to be terrible! You know guys hate having blue balls."
"Sorry! I'm sorry, but I just can't do it! It's so disgusting!"
I had finished my sandwiches and the delicious chili. "You know if you're gonna be Matron, you have to take care of all of us. That includes sex. If you can't suck me off, pull your panties down and bend over the table."
"But Jake, I have to be a virgin or Elias won't marry me when tipobet365 güvenilirmi I turn 21!"
I let out a groan and a sigh. "Then there's only one thing we can do. Hold still while I lube up your butt."
"WHAT?"
"I'll put some butter on your ass so I can screw it. We have to do something!" I smeared a little butter on my dick, then put some into her asshole with a finger. With another finger, I smeared some around the rim.
"But, Jake, I heard this hurts a lot!"
"Not if you do it right. If you want to be Matron, you need to do what you have to do. Just like Dad being Patron. Do you think he likes licking your pussy every morning?"
"Well... okay. Please don't make it hurt?"
She grunted as I slowly stuffed the head of my penis through her exceedingly tight anal ring. I continued to slide in slowly as I reassured her. "Only the first few times hurt a little, if you use lube. It's not as bad as you think."
"Ungh! It's SO WEIRD! I feel SO FULL, Jake, like I need to crap!"
"Just hold still, it'll be over in a couple minutes."
I tried to be patient and thrust in slowly, to avoid hurting her. I gradually sped up and was getting very excited. "So good, Fran! This feels SO GOOD!"
Between groans of discomfort, she said, "It's not so bad. I guess I can do it."
"UH! UH! YEAH! AAAAH! Yes!" I pulled out of her and leaned on the table a minute, as she wiped her ass and my dick with napkins, then rearranged her panties.
She thought a moment and smiled. "If I let you do it again, will you pass it along to Joe?"
We laughed together as I zipped up and grabbed Joe's lunch.
"Nope! Not in a million years! Hahaha! Thanks, Fran."
Over the radio I heard, "Dad calling Fran. You there?"
"Go for Fran."
"John and I finished with the baler. Have some lunch and blowjobs ready when we get to the house."
I smiled as she frowned and said into her mic, "See you in the kitchen soon."